"Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. From the first I could see that neither believed my story. Gerald smiled and crooked his elbow. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. But when all was over, a sorrowful calm succeeded, and, if not free from grief, she was tranquil. You forget all the mass of training and tradition and instinct that go to make him a tolerable master. “I’ll bring it to-morrow. She let Jack go as he passed through the opening. Neither of these wards had beds, and the unfortunate inmates were obliged to take their rest on the oaken floor. "Hold hard," cried he, addressing the waterman; "I'll give the gentleman a lift.
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